Ming Shu peeked at the files of four cases from the special investigation team. They had screened the networks of four victims, but found no overlapping suspects.
Not daring to wait any longer, Ming Shu secretly photographed the files and took the pictures back.
"Little Qi."
The living room was dimly lit. Qiao Cheng sat in the dim light and called Ming Shu.
"Father."
"Has the policeman questioned you again?" Qiao Cheng's tone sounded a little gloomy. "They said the murderer come out and did it again."
"Yes."
Qiao Cheng covered his face. "This time… Will they catch the murderer?"
Ming Shu was silent for a few seconds, then smiled slightly. "Yes."
Qiao Cheng seemed like he had been assured. "Don't tell this to your mother now, tell her when the result is out."
"Yes."
Ming Shu told Qiao Cheng to go rest early, but Qiao Cheng only waved his hand to let her go upstairs.
